Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.